Tuesday, September 15, 2009

If you look *really* close - in front and just below the front tire - you can see a person with their arm up in the air. That is me! That is me rocking to Miley Cyrus in Portland with my girls. It was a wonderful night.

After the concert we stayed in the same motel that Miley had stayed at the night before...The Hotel Monaco. The funniest part of the night was when we pulled into the parking garage. The Honda doors slid open revealing our disaster of a mess. I told the girls to gather their things and we would go to our room. Reagan said, "Well lets just roll up a luggage cart, load her up and go to our room." Our valet commented that she must have done that before. Hmm...not so much. We are not regulars at hotels where Valet is the only parking option.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

As a 10 year veteran, but first year, first-grade teacher I was DELIGHTED a week ago to see this date on my plan book. It meant that for an entire day I could plan '9' activities. So we came up with 9 ways we played with 9's at the end of the day.

Sang 9 songs...

Stuck 9 stickers on a nine inch piece of paper...

Sat quiet for 9 seconds (and not one second longer)...

Wrote '9 or nine' for 9 minutes quietly (my favorite)...

Made 9 rhymes (they didn't get 'wine' but did get Frankenstein-wow)...

Fact families of 9...

Read Comet's Nine Lives by Jan Brett...

Read Girl Wonder: A Baseball Story in Nine Innings by Deborah Hopkinson...

Had a 9 min. recess (oops...should have be 15, but I can't get my schedule down)

Another bit of interest for the day was the lead story in the EO, our local newspaper. Yep, that is yours truly. Now, in the honor of 9-9-09 may I share these thoughts:

Thank you for leaving out the nose picking boy.

Thank you for not mentioning the farting that was taking place.

Thank you for not showing my roots that got colored/covered today.

Thank you for taking time to show a bit of extra effort we all do in education.

Thank you for sharing that we do our best to be resourceful.

Thank you for an article not about a teacher having sex with her students.

Mental note: Starch is better than a quick iron job.

Next time, let's not take the picture at that angle, please.

Next time, could you leave out the 'vultures on roadkill' comment?

And my final, too good to leave out Reagan-ism, overheard by dad as she and Grace were circling the catalogs for Christmas, (yes, already.)

Grace: I want this.Reagan: I want this.Grace: I want this.Reagan: I want this - oh and this too. Because you know Grace, when Taryn moves out we are going to have a lot more room, and then Mom and Dad can spend all their money on us!

Oh, so that's how that works!

Mark your calendars everyone...the next time we can have this much fun on a school day will be 11-11-11. I can hardly wait! (It is a Friday, BTW)